Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.